’23 — A Different Year
I’m saying it now, 2023 was a different year.
Here’s why.
In my region, the most famous thing towards the close of ’23 was a compiled video with memories, and that song. It was always that song! “Thank you for the happiest year of my life” blah blah.
God, I hated that song.
Not because it was true. But because it would have been. Would’ve!
When has nearly ever killed a bird?
Was so close I tasted it. Didn’t get a plate at the end.
Worst part? I had no one to blame but me.
My mistakes.
My mistake…
I’m always making those.
Rounded my life up and threw it in the bin, along with the blessings I prayed and cried for all year long.
I got ’em. Even when it looked like I wouldn’t, I got them. Double because God likes to show off and I love that about Him.
End of the day, I got my blessings, and I threw them away.
My mistake!
My addiction. It ruined me.
No, I ruined me.
Well, like Throb says, “I didn’t completely ruin myself, I only slowed things down for a bit.” I’m up now, though late, I’m starting to run again.
Now I have no doubt I’ll catch up and surpass, it’s just… I could have been further by now. I set myself back. Now I have to rework, and thread the waters I’d floated on earlier.
Start again.
Although, that’s not entirely bad, seeing as I’m not an ignorant girl. And with change being always constant, who knows what the results might hold this time?
Well, I do know that I would have been holding now.
I know it too well, and that’s the problem! Don’t crucify me for dwelling. I tasted the damn thing — it stuck. Stuck on my tongue. Whatever comes out of these lips cannot deny how good that feeling tasted.
Damn right, I hate the freaking song.
I was nearly there!
Nearly had the best year of my entire life, and it was only going to be the beginning.
Now I’m back where I started with nothing but hope.
Although I am a big fan of faith, sometimes not knowing sucks.
